Jim Carroll died on Friday, at sixty from a heart attack. When I was in my early 20s, a friend’s girlfriend loaned me The Basketball Diaries and Forced Entries and I realized Carroll was way more than a song I loved when I was in high school.
Intensely personal, unflinching poetry and prose – Carroll wrote about growing up, about addiction, about fame and loss.
Rest in Peace, Jim.
Which starts out as a kiss
And follows like a curse